WILD, WILD WOMEN (ARE MAKING A WILD MAN OF ME), THE
>From the Broadway Revue "Doing Our Bit" (1917)
(Music: Al Piantadosi / Lyrics: Al Wilson)


Freddie Fisher & His Orch. (vocal: Stan Fritts) - 1938
Spike Jones & His City Slickers (vocal: Del Porter) - 1944





There's something the matter with me
Yes, something's the matter with me
Friends that I meet say I'm ailing
Even my own family

My doctor said, "Boy, take a rest"
But take it from me, I know best
It's the wild, wild,  women, the wild, wild, women 
Are making a wild man of me

My parents raised me like a minister's son
And oh, the naughty girls, just see what they've done
Oh, the wild, wild,  women, the wild, wild, women 
They've taken advantage of me

History tells us what they did to Mark Anthony
Now you can just imagine what will happen to me
Oh, the wild, wild,  women, ferocious women 
They're making a wild man of me

It seems I've always been wild
Yes, even when I was a child
I was just wild about my nurse
As I grew up I got worse

Now I know just what's wrong with me
It's plain, just as plain as can be
It's the wild, wild,  women, the wild, wild, women 
Are making a wild man of me

Each time I vow that I am goin' to behave
Some baby doll just looks, and then I'm her slave
Oh, the wild, wild,  women, the wild, wild, women 
They've taken advantage of me

Darwin he was right about that family tree
All ferocious chickens make a monkey of me
Oh, the wild, wild,  women, ferocious women 
They're making a wild man of me


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As recorded by SPIKE JONES with vocal by DEL PORTER:


Oh, the wild, wild,  women, the wild, wild women 
They're making a wild man of me

My Mama raised me like a minister's son
But oh, the naughty girls, just see what they've done
Oh, the wild, wild,  women, the wild, wild, women 
They're taken advantage of me

History tells us what they did to Mark Anthony
Well, you can just imagine what will happen to me
Oh, the wild, wild,  the ferocious women 
They're makin' a wild man of me

(Instrumental Break)

Oh, those women drivers, those women drivers
(Sounds of car horns and crashes)
Oh, those women drivers, those joy deprivers
They're makin' a wreck out of me

Just because they're women 
And they're charming and sweet
They think that they're entitled 
To both sides of the street

(But we love 'em!)





(Transcribed by Mel Priddle - September 2015)